Chapter 103: Remarkable Results
"Ding dong!"
A heavy axe cleaved through a blocking scimitar, smashing into a thick shield.
Faced with an overwhelming impact, Leon chose not to withstand it head-on.
He stepped back two paces along the force and rolled to the side, pushing off the ground with his arm to quickly get back on his feet.
Beelzebub, however, seemed to have anticipated his movements, swiftly turning and taking two diagonal strides to close in on Leon.
His precise judgment and immense pressure left Leon feeling considerable strain.
Another axe swung diagonally toward him.
Leon still didn't dare to block it head-on. After bracing his shield twice, he skillfully retreated to relieve the pressure.
Despite suppressing the urge to go all out and crush Leon's defenses, Beelzebub methodically continued his attack, striking from different angles and directions with steady power.
Although Leon appeared a bit disheveled, he was holding up against Beelzebub's onslaught.
The barbarian warrior, while controlling his strength, watched the young man with admiration.
"Is this what a genius is like? It makes you too envious to even feel jealous!"
In just half a day, Leon had essentially mastered the "defensive stance" and was performing excellently.
When they first began sparring, Leon could only hold out for a few rounds.
But soon, Leon grasped the key points and techniques of the defensive stance, and his endurance increased significantly.
From initially holding on for just a few breaths, he was now lasting a full five minutes!
Leon had even started attempting counterattacks after stabilizing his defense.
Such progress left Beelzebub astonished!
But it also made him feel dissatisfied with himself!
As an 8th-level barbarian, even with his strength suppressed, he couldn't overpower Leon with his experience and battle skills as quickly as he should have.
It was truly embarrassing!
Bang!
After another powerful strike, Leon, who was somewhat exhausted, couldn't withstand the force anymore. His scimitar flew out of his hand, and he barely held off the attack with his shield before collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath and waving his hand in defeat:
"No more, no more, I'm out of energy!"
Twirling his axe, Beelzebub looked at the exhausted Leon and extended a hand to pull him up, laughing in his gruff voice:
"Go recover quickly then. I think you'll succeed today!"
A hint of joy appeared on Leon's face. He could clearly feel his improvement, but suddenly, he recalled something and said to Beelzebub with some fear:
"Wait, didn't you say you were practicing the Swift Footwork feat?"
"It's unfair! You're already so strong and fast—if your agility improves too..."
Just imagining that scenario made Leon realize that his hard days were far from over.
Jolted back to reality, Beelzebub suddenly shivered, as if remembering something:
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Sorcery Monarch
Science FictionCrossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to...
